November 23

Winterizing

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So clever are these furry squirrels

Tails twitch, swirl, gathering food

So rude, around branches they twirl

Hurling leaves, nuts from altitude

Barking with attitude, spunky

Chunky things, feeder invaders

Compost raiders, birdseed junkies

Charm school flunkies, hawk evaders.

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(A Wreathed Octave)

November 9

Everyday I’m Shufflin’

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Did anyone notice the line

In the leaves as they shuffled through

Amazed at what water can do

As it cascades from the roofline

Nature’s artwork so sublime

Only for temporary view

Until new weather does ensue

A new masterpiece reflects time

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(A Brace Octave)

November 7

Psithurism

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They say this word is obsolete

But I don’t know how that can be

When it creates a thought complete

About the woods surrounding me

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(A Redondilla Poem)

(A Spanish Quatrain)

November 2

Fig

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Sticky fig needs a wasp to fruit

Otherwise it’s all leaves and root

This fact the squeamish may dispute

Tiny wasp pollinates

Leaves eggs and wings along her route

In fig’s sweet flesh, tastes great.

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(A Burns Stanza or Standard Habbie)

October 25

Happiness Is

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Happiness is a sunny beach

Far from the summer’s white hot reach

Happiness is a muddy trail

With only boulders for guardrail

Tell me what’s wrong with gray skies

Nature’s all lovely in my eyes

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Happiness is a rainy day

Liquid music tapping away

Happiness is the thundersnow

Ominous green skies all aglow

What’s wrong with an obscured sunrise

Nature’s all lovely in my eyes

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Happiness is limbs dark and stark

Admiring the subtle bark

Happy is getting to explore

With the loving man I adore

Luckily I’ve come to realize

Nature’s all lovely in our eyes.

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(A Stave Stanza Poem)

October 24

Where water meets rock

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Resting beside rocks and water thought digesting

Digesting today’s news, aching muscles resting

Peace comes to me where the cold creek waters release

Release all stresses into the burbling peace

Seeking calm but getting a perspective tweaking

Tweaking expectations, transformation seeking

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(A Mirrored Sestet)

October 16

Katydid

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Nice try katydid but you are no leaf

Stick in cold pause in the October dawn

In slow motion until the cool is gone

Soaking in the sun’s rays for some relief

Up in the boughs you may never be seen

Down on the bark you’re the only thing green

This time of year the cool morning is brief

As sun steals the chill like a sly thief

You’re a target here now so green on the bark

Sure you were safe but it’s no longer dark

As the day brightens it’s nature’s belief

It’s time to conclude your chirps and your trills

Ending the night of adventures and thrills

‘Til dark katydid, go hide on a leaf

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(A Mabini Sonnet)

October 9

Better Prepare

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Red and golden leaves clatter to the ground

There’s a crisp clear freshness in the air

Acorns and black walnuts drop all around

Winter is coming! We have to prepare!

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Gray squirrels sprint without a minute to spare

Tan sycamore fluff falls without sound

Migrating birds have stripped fruiting plants bare

How quickly the seasons change does astound

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Winter food buried in earthen mounds

Tree nuts planted in every open square

Wildlife shows us sustenance abounds

Winter is coming! We have to prepare!

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(A Quandrel Poem)

October 3

The Pokeweed

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Birds denude

Dark purple fruit for food

Around here they call it inkberry

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Derided by many as unnecessary

Removal from the landscape is customary

Diligent birds replant it by seed

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Can be messy indeed

The Pokeweed

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(A Trois-par-Huit Poem)